Student? What are you going to do with the rest of your life?
Got a job and maybe a place? When are you going to get married/settle down/find someone special?
Got all that and a kid? So, when are you having another?
This from people who know that we’re strongly leaning toward keeping our family at three. Surprisingly, the only ones not asking are my parents. For the record, we’re not permanently committing ourselves to anything for another couple of years, but that’s mostly just because we’re lazy.
It’s as though everyone is waiting for an I told you so or I knew it moment. Not to be said out loud, of course, but in significant glances between each other – those with two or three critters of their own – and in sighs at all the baby stuff we’ve already donated or sold.
Every now and then, there is some soul tormenting themselves with the same question. For example, my physiotherapist who, on my second visit, gave me his entire story, both sides of the argument and his hopeless lack of conclusion.
But I’m no more capable of helping anyone else reach their decision than, it seems, others are able to prevent their curiousity with the status of my uterus.
Good thing I’ve had lots of chances to get my answer together.